"Let's go." My dad said. It was time to return to the hell hole also known as school. He's been treating me like a baby. I still do cut. Mostly when he's out though. He has a business trip for 3 days. I'll miss him.
Dear Mr. Bully,
It's been a week.
Of horror and your texts.
I just told you I was sick.
And I was.
I was sick of being bullied.
I was sick of hating myself.
And I was sick of everything.
